Temporary wailing ...
I was at work all night last night working on a 6,000-word plus, nightmarish technical/position paper on on of the most mind-numbing subjects imaginable -- freighting and logistics. I slept for about three hours on the office floor. I went home for an hour this morning, showered and returned. I need a draft complete by tomorrow -- but preferably this afternoon.
I'm getting pressure on my BDO review of which I have written only 400 measly words. I said I should be able to submit it ... tomorrow.
And I'm going to see the Mars Volta tonight.
I'm tired, wired and feel like Han, Luke, Leia and Chewie caught in the garbage crusher on the Death Star. The walls are closing in inexorably and there's not enough time ...
And what's that lurking under the desk?
"C3PO!! C3PO!! ..."
I'm getting pressure on my BDO review of which I have written only 400 measly words. I said I should be able to submit it ... tomorrow.
And I'm going to see the Mars Volta tonight.
I'm tired, wired and feel like Han, Luke, Leia and Chewie caught in the garbage crusher on the Death Star. The walls are closing in inexorably and there's not enough time ...
And what's that lurking under the desk?
"C3PO!! C3PO!! ..."